25-May-2001
Title: Planning
Author: Kimmie (JaenKaeGW@hotmail.com)
Archive: GW Addiction, Silent Passion (www.strangeplaces.net/silentpassion)
Category: shonen ai, sap
Pairings: 1+3
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, I mean no harm, I have no money... Stuff like that. Yeah.
Rating: PG
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: None.
Notes: Yet another fic in my Heero/Trowa universe. I haven't exactly been writing these in chronological order, but this little section will be (except for the stray ideas I get along the way). All of the ideas for this one and the next one came while I was mowing the lawn, so... thank the grass faeries if you enjoy it.
With a pen in hand, Trowa slipped quietly through the shadows, trying his best to avoid Heero, his lover. No, he corrected himself, fiancé. Heero had proposed and Trowa had accepted. Today was the first day that they had a chance to truly sit down and plan out the wedding and the honeymoon, but Trowa had decided that a game of hide and seek was a good way to begin.
Peeking around the corner into their bedroom, Trowa snuck in and was immediately launched toward the bed, a heavy weight on top of him. "Heero!"
Trowa laughed as Heero straddled him and held him down, tickling at his sides. "You... you took off on me! You left me there to make choices for food by myself! I am not the one who likes caviar on toast points and baked alaska, so why am I making the food choices? Hmm?" With that, he planted a first kiss on his future husband's nose. "Enough hide and seek. We have work to do."
Sticking out his tongue, Trowa tried to sit up, but Heero remained straddling him. "Heero, are you going to get off of me so I can help you?"
Heero sighed. "Yeah. I'd rather ravish you, but we have to plan the honeymoon. I can tell that the more rest I get before then, the better. Where did you want to go, again?"
Trowa chewed absently on a hangnail. "Well, we'll be on Earth for the wedding because Relena offered up her estate. The Sank kingdom isn't too far from Iceland... and, I've always wanted to go there." He blushed slightly, his lower half still pinned to the bed by Heero's weight.
"Then, my darling, Iceland will be your's for the taking for a week." Planting another kiss on Trowa, Heero slid off of him and pulled Trowa along to the kitchen where the table was strewn with numerous colored brochures for different companies that Relena had sent along as soon as she had heard about the wedding. She had stated that as long as she had sent Heero to look for Trowa, she had truly started the relationship between them and was going to foot the bill for the whole shindig. Wanting only the best for his almost-husband, Heero had agreed.
Trowa looked up from a brochure on the different types of wedding cakes available from one particular company. "Heero? Did you mark anything in this one?"
Heero glanced at the brochure and shook his head. At the response, Trowa smirked. Heero raised an eyebrow. "Why? What's in there?"
Turning the brochure around, Trowa pointed to the circled item. "I do believe Relena is getting into this."
"Yes, but did she have to circle the two male nudes with fig leaves for the top of the cake?" Heero laughed, lightly rubbing the bridge of his nose. "Although, if we can get them to have out hairstyles, everyone else would secretly love it."
Trowa smiled and leaned his head on his arms on the table. "It's nice to have a day off together to do this. We haven't had a simultaneous day off for months and months. One of us always has to stop by the office to do something, it seems."
Taking a quick sip of coffee, Heero reached out and gently ruffled Trowa's hair. "I believe that last time we had a day off, we relived our first day off together and played Monopoly all day and you only let me get all the railroads in one game."
Sticking out his tongue, Trowa picked up another brochure. "Are we getting married inside or outside?"
Heero paused to ponder it, but shrugged. "I don't really care. But, are we having a big ceremony?"
Trowa laughed. "Heero, we invited all of the Manguanacs and Quatre's sisters and all of their extended families. I think we'd have a full house."
"It's just as well we have it outside, then. Everyone will be in suits and other such wedding attire. If they're outside, they'll be able to stay relatively cool." Heero took another sip of his coffee and circled a few things in a brochure. "We need to make definitive decisions on all of this by this evening and get at least the tentative details out there so we can start sending out invitations. We agreed on May 24th, right? It's Sank, so the temperature will be good, I think."
Tracing his fingers along the brochures, Trowa smiled. "I love you."
Heero blinked in confusion, but smiled back. "I love you, too. You're making me sublimely happy, I hope you know."
Trowa grinned. "Ditto." Suddenly, he yelped. "Ah... fhh..." He began shaking his hand in the air, hissing in pain.
Pulling his fiancé over to the sink, Heero turned the water on and ran Trowa's finger under the water. "You and your papercuts. I'm so used to this by now." He smiled and turned the water off, grabbing a paper towel and patting Trowa's hand dry. He walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled it open to reveal that it was fully stocked with various medical supplies. Pulling out a small bandage and a tube of antibiotic ointment, Heero applied the ointment to the bandage and carefully examined Trowa's hand. He decided on the best way to apply the bandage and, in no time, had the bandage secure, and had placed a small kiss atop it. "There you go."
Blushing slightly, Trowa sat down at the table again and carefully began to leaf through more of the brochures. "What are we going to wear?"
"Fig leaves?" Trowa's head jolted up. "Okay! Tuxedos, I suppose. Do you want to both do plain black?"
Trowa grinned. "We could both do black, sure. And, then, I could have a white tie and a black vest, and you could have a black ties and a white vest. Maybe?" He looked down at the brochures again, a small smile quirking his lips.
Heero grinned. "I think we can do that."
Trowa looked up and gently grasped Heero's hand. "I think we can do *this*."
Taking the final sip from his coffee mug, Heero gently caressed Trowa's hand with his thumb and brought it to his lips to kiss. "Want more coffee?"
Holding out his mug, Trowa nodded. "Should we pick out flowers, next?"
Heero smiled and grabbed the offered mug. "It it were up to me, we'd have nothing but buttercups and black orchids. Perhaps we'd throw in some baby's breath, but nothing terribly fancy."
Smiling to himself, Trowa procured their list of things to order and wrote 'Flower arrangements: buttercups, black orchids, baby's breath'. "I'll think about it, Heero." Grabbing the pen again, he took off on another game of hide and seek. He knew when Heero needed a break from it all, and now was one of those times. "Hey, Heero? Hide and go seek! You're it!" He ran off, stifling laughter, and peeking through the shadows once again.
Owari. ^__~
(:./jennykim/moments11)
